When he took over, he fucked me in long, hard, deep strokes.
Exactly where I needed him to be.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
Hot splashes of his cum entering my pussy was all I needed to fall over the edge.
My face now rested on top of his as he fucked us both through our orgasm.
My breath intermingled with his, and my eyes were clenched shut so the only thing I could do was feel.
“Oh, baby,” I breathed as my orgasm kept going.
And going.
And going.
“Holy shit.” He clenched one hand on my ass cheek and squeezed.
And then we were both still, trying to recover from something that was likely never recoverable in the first place.
It was long moments later, as I was running my fingers through his hair, that he finally broke the silence.
“I dye my hair every month,” he said. “Well, I bleach it then dye it. I hate it.”
“What color was your hair before?” I asked, running the fingertips of my right hand over the hair on his chest.
“Light brown,” he answered. “It got blond if I was outside a lot in the summer. But not this blond.”
“I’ll have to look up an old photo of you,” I said. “I can’t picture you with any other color of hair than this.”
He grunted. “Won’t look the same at all.”
My brows rose. “I mean, sure, hair changes quite a bit but not that much.”
He took my hand and guided my fingers over his jaw.
An almost invisible scar had my fingers freezing.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Surgical scar,” he answered. “Had plastic surgery on my face. Since I mostly wore a beard, I couldn’t just grow one like the other guys did. And there were enough people that knew me with and without that I had no other course of action. I had to get the surgery to change my appearance.”
“Man, that sucks,” I said. “Are you telling me that if we had children, our babies wouldn’t inherit this jawline?”
“Not the dimples, either,” he murmured. “I had a good jaw and all, but the high cheekbones are new. Nose is new, too. And I had my eye color changed.”
“Well,” I said finally. “I guess I’d love you whether you were old or new. And maybe when we have kids, you’ll get that old part of you back.”
“You want a lot of them?” he asked.
I thought about that seriously for long minutes before saying, “One or two. Not a lot.”
“I always thought that I’d have a basketball team full,” he admitted.
I shuddered.
He chuckled before pulling me close and tucking my head under his chin. “That ship has sailed. That dream was a long time ago. I’ll take any babies you’re willing to give me…after we’ve gotten Wendy settled. I don’t want her to think we’re replacing her with a baby that’s mine. I want her to know that she belongs to both of us. That even though she’s not mine by blood, she’s still mine.”
